set in the dark is reminiscent it takes to take shape, but in the end there.
If it could be real What would you be?
All the while, all I saw and I saw.
sometimes
I notice them.
and sometimes not.
but I have frozen hands, I look and I absorb this force
and smoker's cough, and this inconsistency
yells
and what I write.
because there is more. Time is a constant troubled
know
The trouble is that not know you anymore
The good news is the cold and snow that refuses to snow.
takes you home tonight.
and look at me ... when you do not see me.
